Joy Guru's last meal

That was a Sunday morning.
I saw joy Guru approaching our home.
It's after a long time he is back again, I felt elated.
A kinship though not fully understood covered my senses.
Joy Guru is a familiar, kind face who talks sweetly to the kids.

He was having his saffron turban as usual.
And a jhola,a  carrybag, of saffron colour hung on his left shoulder.
Joy Guru leaned on his walking stick more than I though usual.
His pace was slow. He looked as if he is ending a long journey
to rest his weary legs.

Joy Guru looked different , I felt.
I sensed that he looked little sad in his eyes when he came near
and said,"Baba, bhalo achho ?" "Dear , Hope You are doing well"
That is how he addressed little kids.
And often touched their head and murmured his blessings
for the little ones.

He did his usual.I heard his voice is tinged with an unknown whisper I didn't hear before.

Is he well? I thought.

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